“Little pulses now. We have to start stronger before we can get faster.”<\/p>\n
Every day, since everything, including my gym, closed down in the March to end all Marches,
\nI have moved my living room table, grabbed my three pound weights and
\nthrough an online mat barre routine, learned that my core was not as strong
\nas I once assumed by running to the Pixies on the treadmill.<\/p>\n
For a few of those early days, I toyed with yoga – the introductory classes alone
\nmade me sweat – but I wanted to feel like I was making up for my lost cardio.
\nBarre, though, satisfied my instinct for self-punishment, and made me suffer doubly
\nfor my insolence toward classes when they were available on my gym membership.<\/p>\n
I have wonky ankles. A small, but uncomfortable calcium build-up, thrills<\/em> the masochist in me “Can you stay high in that posture?”<\/p>\n At first, my online instructor was a benevolent angel – I had taken her online Pilates Now we’re in Phase II. So official, it sounds like an administrative vaccine. Sometimes, I even change out of my pajamas before doing the class.<\/p>\n “Little pulses now. Small. Behind you. But, they’re working.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Little pulses now. We have to start stronger before we can get faster.” Every day, since everything, including my gym, closed down in the March to end all Marches, I have moved my living room table, grabbed my three pound weights and through an online…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71537","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71537","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71537"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71537\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71868,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71537\/revisions\/71868"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71537"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71537"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71537"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith every sideways lunge, after which I’m asked to hold one foot to my knee and
\nreach my arms up.<\/p>\n
\nand was thrilled at how easily I’d committed those moves to muscle memory –
\nbut her cheerful speed grated on me with every added wince of my ankle.
\nNo, I answered, I will not add a smile<\/em> to that leg lift.<\/p>\n
\nMy gym reopened; my membership dues are still drawn monthly, but
\nI’ve yet to step inside my erstwhile haunt. Every day, I think I’ll just go and take a look-see.
\nBut, then, I can just work on my core here in my urban cave.<\/p>\n